Title: The Last Dance
By: Euphrosyne
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: a LITTLE TEENY WEENY BIT KINKY
Note: Picks up after the final scene of Something Borrowed where Jack is looking through the photos and papers from the box in his drawer.

"Why are you back here? Is there something I can do for you, Ianto?"

"Well I had a couple of things to clear up and came back. I was just 
heading back home and was wondering if you needed anything before I 
left."

"Thanks, but no, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I could make you some coffee or maybe a sandwich; or 
some breakfast."

"I'm fine, Ianto…go home…"

Harkness closed his eyes and sighed. "…I just have some paperwork to 
finish."

Jack looked back down at his desk and shuffled the top items to the 
bottom of the pile as if to hide them.

Ianto noticed the small tan metal box standing open at Jack's right 
hand. He'd seen the box before in the top desk drawer but had never 
seen it out of its resting place let alone open.

"Last chance." Ianto said brightly in that musical voice that Jack 
immediately recognized as inviting.

"Go home. Get some rest; it's been a tough day." Jack thought back to 
the past 24 hours and all the events that had surrounded Gwen and 
Rhys' wedding. They'd finally finished getting all of the ret-conned 
wedding guests back to their residences and eliminating all evidence 
of Mervyn's death and the Nostrovite's attempt to eviscerate Gwen to 
get at her young but it had literally taken all night, it was now 
nearing 6am.
 


Jack had dropped first Owen and then Toshiko off before dropping 
Ianto at his flat a couple of blocks away. It was a bit of a surprise 
when Ianto had poked his head around the corner and into the office, 
but then Ianto was full of surprises these days.

"Why are you really here, Ianto? I dropped you at your flat."

"You did…I was… I forgot I had something to clear up here first."
 
"I'm sure it can wait, go home, get some sleep."

"Jack?"

Jack looked up and into his face.

"What is it, Ianto?"

"Are you alright? You seemed… distracted at the reception."

"Did I? Sorry." Jack looked back down at the papers in front of him. 
Ianto moved fully into the office and stood in front of the desk. 
Jack started to shuffle the papers again and placed some of them back 
into the box and closed the lid. Ianto placed his hand flat on the 
pile of papers that remained in front of Harkness and prevented 
further shuffling.

Harkness looked up.

"Why are you really here, Ianto?"

"I wanted the last dance. You danced with Gwen and then me but you 
danced with Tosh last."

"What?"

"You danced with Tosh last, I wanted the last dance."

Harkness' brow wrinkled the furrow between his eyes deepened as one 
eyebrow raised.

Ianto moved his hand from the pile of papers and placed it on Jack's 
hand.

"Ianto? What's really going on?"

"I don't want to go home."

Jack smiled and stood up, holding Ianto's left hand hostage in his 
right as they both moved around to the side of the desk. Ianto 
stepped forward and into Jack's embrace. Harkness looked into his 
face and smiled.

"You can stay here."

"I was hoping you'd say that." A tired smile lit Ianto's eyes.
"Come on, let's get you to bed."

Ianto's comment of "I was hoping you'd say that, too." Stopped Jack 
in his tracks.

"I don't know that you're up for anything, Ianto. You seem pretty 
wiped out to me."

"You'd be surprised. I've been thinking about this all evening."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Jack started to loosen Ianto's 
tie and unbutton his collar.

Ianto twitched his head to one side.

"You seemed…distracted. I figured you were thinking about someone 
else and I didn't want to intrude."

"Ianto, you could never intrude. But you're right I was thinking 
about someone else."

"I thought so." Ianto nodded with a slight smile.

"But that was a very, very long time ago. The whole wedding thing 
just dug the memories up, I'd really rather forget them again."

"Maybe I can help you with that."

"You always do, Ianto, you always do."
 


Jack stepped back and leaned over the desk picking up the stereo 
remote control. He touched a control and music swelled from the 
speakers, then placed the remote back on the desk as Ianto stepped up.
They danced silently, closely together. Ianto's face was pressed into 
Jack's neck as Jack's head tilted against it. Ianto inhaled deeply, 
he loved Jack's smell; and had ever since he'd met him. When they 
met, Jack had said something about 51st century pheromones and Ianto 
had not believed him thinking that he was just being secretive about 
the type of aftershave he wore. But since then, having become 
intimately familiar with the contents of Jack's bedroom and bathroom 
he knew the man didn't own any scented products so now he believed. 
But his smell was incredible, no matter what time of day, or what 
kind of activities he'd performed the smell was always there and 
always evocative…almost hypnotic and Ianto had trouble resisting the 
urge to get closer just to sniff him even during everyday activities. 
He could not help but be aroused by the man's smell; it was just one 
more way Jack fascinated him.

They didn't so much dance; not like they had done at the wedding; 
this was more swaying and leaning on each other. It was what they 
both needed and as Jack relaxed into Ianto's body he turned his face 
against the side of Ianto's head allowing his cheek to rub against 
the fine short hairs on Ianto's head. After a while even the swaying 
slowed to almost nothing and for a brief second Jack thought Ianto 
had fallen asleep on his feet, so he whispered his name.

Ianto was nearly stuporous with fatigue and the smell of Jack but he 
lifted his head and stared into his eyes. That lasted nearly a half 
second before they dove into each other's mouths and the swaying 
stopped completely, replaced with desperate grappling.
 


Finally, Jack broke the kiss and led Ianto by the hand into the 
bedroom behind the hearth. When he looked back he realized that Ianto 
had been unbuttoning his shirt as he walked and was soon dropping 
jacket, and tie onto the floor before depositing his cufflinks onto 
the stand next to the bed. Jack paused and then slipped his braces 
off his shoulder before he stopped again to help Ianto with his 
pants. Jack had long ago perfected the technique of speed undressing 
and stood naked and aroused helping Ianto to remove his last articles 
of clothing. They stepped into each other held on tight and started 
to sway to the music once again, After a couple of minutes the song 
changed and Jack stopped moving Ianto lifted his head and looked into 
his face…Jack's grin was unmistakable he had plans.

"You know… I have some confetti left in my coat pocket."

Ianto looked puzzled but then he knew Jack could find the most 
inventive things to do even with the most everyday of objects. He had 
no doubt that whatever Jack could think to do with the confetti, 
while it might be amusing could lead to some serious embarrassment 
for him.

"No, no confetti… just you… and I."

"Are you sure? It could be fun…."

Jack continued to babble about handfuls of confetti and something 
about white glue and shaved balls but Ianto managed to quiet him by 
reaching between them. Jack looked surprised and raised his brow.
"Are you taking command here, Ianto?"

"I am Captain, and I want you to follow my orders for a change."
Ianto knew Jack's penchant for love play and a new game always 
appealed to him.

Jack deferred immediately.

"Yes, sir!" He snapped to attention.

"Lie down on the bed."

Jack stepped back and did as he was ordered. Ianto reached into the 
bedside drawer for the bottle of lubricant he knew was there. He 
knew it was there because he'd put it there himself. He'd thought it 
odd that someone with Jack's libido didn't have any lube handy when 
they had gotten to penetrative sex and wound up supplying the bottle 
himself. He preferred not to have to use the olive oil that they had 
to resort to that time, it made a mess of his clothes. He started to 
spread some on his fingers when Jack spoke quietly.

"You won't need that, sir."

"Did I tell you that you could speak, Captain?"

"No sir."

"I'll use what I like and you will now have to be punished for 
speaking without being given permission."

"Yes, sir." Jack replied brightly… a little too brightly. It sounded 
to Ianto like he actually wanted to be punished, Ianto would have to 
think of something to that end and quickly too, before things got out 
of hand.

He sat down on the bed next to him.

"Turn over." He said firmly and Harkness immediately responded by 
rolling onto his belly. Ianto ran a cool hand across the gorgeous 
bottom and decided that although it was currently the exact same 
color as the rest of the sculpted body it could do with a little 
more. He lifted his hand and brought it flat down with a slap on the 
left cheek. Jack jumped and gasped but lay placidly as Ianto repeated 
the motion against the other buttock. After the second slap Jack 
groaned against the mattress a sound that Ianto recognized as Jack in 
the throes of pleasure, nearly a purr.

"You been bad, Captain… you danced with Toshiko last… that was my 
dance. You'll have to be punished for that as well. I believe you'll 
have to go across my lap…"

Nearly before he could finish the sentence Harkness had scrambled 
around and now lay, bottom up across Ianto's bare thighs. Ianto could 
feel every inch of Jack's body practically quivering with 
anticipation so he decided to prolong the torture a little longer. He 
stroked his hands softly across the taut bottom caressing and 
squeezing then suddenly and without warning pulled one back and swung 
hard. This time it left a red print where the contact was made and 
Jack gasped softly shifting his position so his cock settled between 
Ianto's fuzzy thighs. Ianto smiled when he realized what Jack was 
doing and separated his thighs slightly before trapping the hard 
organ between them. He lifted his hand again and came down with 
another hard slap to the other buttock and then began repeating the 
motion alternating sides. Jack started to jerk in response to each 
slap increasing the stimulation and when both cheeks were bright red 
an slightly puffy Ianto stopped and slid his fingers between them 
poking directly at the opening. Jack relaxed and groaned and one 
finger slid inside easily. Ianto was a bit surprised and pulled back 
slightly then pushed two fingers into the hot channel.

"Ianto… please…stop." 

Ianto had never heard Jack sound so desperate and withdrew his 
fingers immediately thinking he was hurting him.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Jack… I didn't mean to hurt you."

Harkness pushed himself up and stared into his face.

"Hurt me?..." He shook his head, "Ianto you could never hurt me." He 
swung his legs around to straddle Ianto's lap and reaching under 
himself splinted and guided Ianto's cock into himself. He sat down 
hard enveloping Ianto completely with a pained look and a hiss then 
he stilled and raised his face eyes closed to the ceiling as he tore 
in the sudden penetration.

Ianto gasped at the sudden heat and contact and then opened his eyes 
to look into Jack's face almost in a panic.

"Jesus, Jack!..." Ianto could fell the trickle of warm fluid down 
onto his balls and knew immediately what it was. "…you've torn 
yourself wide open."

Jack raised a finger to Ianto's lips and pursed his own.
"Shh… I'll be fine." He lifted and dropped down again sheathing 
himself more fully lubricated by the blood and then he started to 
move and Ianto was lost.

They kissed deeply and Jack pushed Ianto back onto the bed before 
climbing up onto splayed knees and bracing himself with his hands on 
Ianto's chest.

Ianto watched as Jack squirmed down.
 
"There's no more…you have it all." He mumbled as Jack grinned.
Before long Ianto was pushing back as Jack sat and was covered in a 
fine sheen of sweat in spite of the fact that Jack was doing nearly 
all the work here.

He came with a tremor running through his body and a chesty groan and 
relaxed completely as he felt himself pulse deep inside. Jack 
increased his race to his own finish and took one hand from Ianto's 
chest to stroke himself before being brushed off by Ianto's hand.
He finished with a strangled cry… loud as usual, pulsing thickly down 
over Ianto's fist before dropping down onto Ianto's chest with a sigh 
stretching out his legs.

Ianto wrapped his arms around him and rolled them to the side then 
began kissing all over Jack's face and shoulders.

Jack opened his eyes and smiled at him.

"You should have never spanked me… you have no idea of what that does 
to me."

"Oh I think I do… now…" Ianto replied quietly "… and who told you 
that you could take charge?"

"What?"

"You'll have to be punished for that you know." Ianto smiled into 
surprised eyes and got a full grin ion response.

"Yes, sir." Jack said brightly.

"Now about that dance?"
 
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